When he spoke to me at the Opera I did not for some time recognize him." She appeared to be convinced, but still a little bewildered.

She was silent.
"Don't you think," I said, after a short pause, "that it is almost my turn now to ask a few questions ?" She seemed surprised.
"Why not ?" she asked.
"Tell me, you are not English," I said, "and you are not French.

Yet you speak English so well." She smiled.
"My father was a Frenchman and my mother a Spaniard," she answered.

"I was born in South America, but I came to Europe when very young, and have lived in France always.

My people"-- she looked towards the sleeping man as though to include him--"are all coffee planters." "You are going to stay long in London ?" I asked.
"My uncle sells his year's crops there," she answered.